Doing the Devil (Halloween Special)

Sienna always hated dress-up.

Even as a kid, she resented having to peel off her own clothes to pull on the personality of someone else. She felt confident with who she was and didn’t want to disguise herself. Yet, still, every year Halloween came round and she was expected to become a different person.

Tonight was no different. Now twenty-eight years old, her good friends—a married couple called Christian and Maggie—were throwing a party and she’d been invited. Though reluctant to make an appearance, she worried too many no-shows to this type of event would eventually result in her total exclusion from society.

So Sienna donned the unimaginative but customary ‘sexy witch’ outfit, complete with stockings, a very short skirt and a witch’s hat, and headed out to the party. Pausing on her friend’s doorstep, she smoothed down her skirt and repositioned her hat. Music and voices blared from behind the door.

Knowing no one would hear her knocking, Sienna let herself in. Bodies pressed on every side, drinks held in hand. The other guests eyed her as she passed. Most of their faces were hidden behind masks—ghosts, goblins and ghouls—and she had no idea if she knew any of them or not.

She spotted Maggie in the kitchen, doling out drinks to her guests. Maggie had gone for an outfit almost as unimaginative as her own—a cat—and black lycra clung to every inch of her extremely curvy body. A mask adorned her face, with not so cat-like sparkles all over it.

Maggie saw her coming and waved a hand, beckoning her over.

“Hi!” she exclaimed. “I’m so glad you came!”

“I can’t believe you force me to come to these things. You know how I hate big parties.”

“You can’t stay locked up in your house on your own for the rest of your life. You’re going to die an old maid.”

“Thanks,” she said. “But sometimes I think dying an old maid would be preferable to making small talk to a load of people I not only don’t know, but whose faces I can’t even see.”

Maggie shoved a large glass of cold white wine into her hand. “Here, get that down you. It’ll help loosen you up.”

“I hope that wasn’t a jibe at me being uptight.”

“Never.”

Sienna scoured the party-goers, trying to figure out if she knew anyone. Someone caught her attention but it wasn’t because she knew him. One of the guests stood aside from everyone else, not making the customary small talk or even drinking. Sienna caught his eye and had to stop herself stepping back in surprise. He had the most amazing amber eyes she’d ever seen—like those of a lion.

His face had been worked in some kind of make-up, like rippled, burned skin, and painted red. The red paint continued down over his naked upper-torso. He must have waxed because not a single hair marred his smooth skin or ruined the perfect paint job. Fur harem pants covered his lower half and bizarrely, big biker boots completed the outfit.

Despite the hideous disguise, Sienna couldn’t miss the broad shoulders and well-rounded curve of this particular trick-or-treater’s biceps. This guy was a hunk of beef, despite the freaky outfit.

“Who’s that guy?” she asked, nudging Maggie in the ribs and nodding over at the well-built stranger.

Maggie’s eyes narrowed behind her cat mask. “I’m not sure. I think he came with one of Christian’s friends. Of course it’s hard to tell with that weird mask, but I’m pretty sure I’d have clocked that body before if I knew him. Now please excuse me, I have to go mingle.”

Her friend sauntered away, leaving Sienna standing in the kitchen feeling awkward. She took a large swig of her wine, hoping to relax. Her eyes were drawn back to the spot where she’d seen the man in the red make-up and her stomach dipped in disappointment. He’d gone.

A voice spoke next to her ear, “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been staring at me.”

Sienna jumped and spun around to find the man she’d been watching staring down at her. His huge frame dwarfed her petite five-foot-four stature.

Her cheeks flushed. “It’s the outfit,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling at her, revealing beautiful, straight white teeth. “I always like to make an effort.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I can see that. What’s your name?”

“Prince,” he told her, no hint of a smile on his face.

Sienna grinned. “Prince of what?”

“Prince of darkness.”

She laughed, “Don’t tell me you’re like one of those method actors who always stays in character.”

Now he smiled, flashing those perfect teeth. “No. I come in many forms.”

Her eyes roved his chest. “I bet you do.” She dragged her eyes away, aware that she was blatantly perving. “So who do you know here? Did you come with some of Christian’s friends?”

“Oh, I know pretty much everyone,” he laughed. “But that doesn’t mean I enjoy hanging out with them. These things are always a bit much for me. I prefer things to be on a more intimate scale.”

His words rang true to Sienna. Perhaps she and this beast of a man had something in common?

“I’m the same,” she admitted. “I can’t stand big parties.”

“So let’s go somewhere more private,” he said, moving to take hold of her hand.

“Hey, no,” she said, batting his hand away. His brazenness had taken her by surprise. “I don’t like men who play dress up.”

But he leaned toward her, his breath fiercely hot against her ear. “Who said I had dressed up?”

A delicious shiver ran down her spine and settled deep in her pussy. She couldn’t deny this guy was unbelievably sexy. Even through the make-up, she could still see his luscious full lips and the depths of those amazing amber eyes. It had been awhile since she’d been laid bare in the hands of a man, and this guy seemed like a very good place in which to break her famine.

Sienna slipped her palm into his large hand and before she knew what was happening, he’d whisked her through the throngs of people and into one of the bedrooms. A pile of coats were bundled on the bed and she stood beside it, once again feeling awkward.

“Turn around,” he instructed, his eyes burning in the dim light.

Burning? How could they be burning?

But she didn’t get the chance to think about it any further because he pulled on her arm and twisted her around so she faced the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was crazy! She didn’t do things like this.

Yet somehow she wanted to. She never did anything out of the ordinary and here she was, about to put herself in the hands of this bizarre but charismatic man.

He bent her over the bed and pushed up her skirt, flipping it over her back. She stood, exposed in her panties, suspenders and heels, but even this modicum of clothing didn’t last for long. His hot hands slid down the curve of her hips, catching her panties in his fingertips. In one smooth move, he rolled them down over her ass and thighs. Sienna stepped out of the ring of lace and he tossed them away.

His hot hands cupped her buttocks and his thumbs ran down the crack of her ass, dipping down into her pussy. Moisture flooded between her folds and her inner sheath clenched in anticipation. She’d never wanted to be penetrated so much in her life.

Heat radiated from his skin, burning into her back.

How could someone survive with such a fever?

Sienna ignored all the questions going through her head, lost in the sensation of his hot hands massage her sopping slit, rubbing back and forth, sliding further between her labia just a little more each time. Pleasure soared through her body, making her head spin.

She moaned and pushed her ass back, hoping he’d get the message and push inside her.

He got the message, but it wasn’t his fingers he penetrated her with.

Instead, the fat, bulbous end of his cock pushed against her pussy. Feeling how big he was, Sienna spread her legs further, opening her cunt for him.

With a single, smooth motion, he pushed inside her, filling her. Sienna gasped—she’d never been filled so completely before and her inner muscles stretched to their limits to take him.

She dropped her hands to the bed, using the support to hold herself upright.

His cock reached up inside her as though it were an individual being, writhing, stroking, twisting. It seemed to touch every part of her, like an inquisitive animal nosing against her most intimate parts.

Sienna twisted her head around to get sight of the amazing cock, thrusting in and out of her.

His hand was wrapped around his thick length, pumping himself back and forth, masturbating over her back. Sienna’s mind blurred. If he was touching himself, then what the hell continued to thrust its way in and out of her pussy with such finesse?

Her eyes widened as she saw something else reaching from between his legs; something long, and thick, and scaly.

A tail? Surely he wasn’t fucking her with a tail?!

She tried to step away, but he caught the back of her neck in one long-nailed hand, holding her still.

I’m imaging things, she told herself, unwilling to remove herself from the crazy pleasure coiling and twisting deep in her cunt. She’d never experienced anything like it before—a whole new level of being fucked.

He stomped on the ground, the sound like horses’ hooves. She glanced back to see his head tipped back, his lips parted as he revelled in his own pleasure. But just before she turned back to the bed, she caught a glimpse of something white and curved growing from his forehead—horns!

The fear she should have felt was smothered by the ecstasy racing through her body. Nobody had touched her in such a way before, as though he stimulated the essence of her soul.

To add to her pleasure, he reached around her body and his burning fingers found her swollen clit. Already engorged with arousal, the added heat and pressure of the circular motion he applied tipped her over the edge.

Suddenly her orgasm mounted through her, too powerful for her body to contain. The room swam, her consciousness washed away, battered by the storm.

Just before she lost consciousness, he leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, his lips burning her flesh, and she heard him say,

“Now you are mine.”

Sienna woke up on the spare bed, confused and disorientated. From outside the bedroom door, the sounds of the party continued—music playing, laughter, people talking. She remembered what had happened and sat up, looking around. Her lover was no longer in the room.

Remembering how he’d kissed her, she got to her feet and made her way to the mirror. A light switch was beside the vanity stand and she flicked the switch, flooding the room with light.

Sienna twisted her neck around. Reflected in the mirror, her pale skin was now branded with a red birthmark in the shape of a kiss.

Prince of Darkness, he’d told her was his name.

And now she was his queen.

~*~

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A Halloween to Remember Part 4- The Conclusion

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*warning contains m/f and anal sexual scenes*

“OK, Chriss we’ve got to figure out how to get Dimitri into the real world and keep him here. It’s almost dark.”

“I know. I know. I’m searching and trying to translate. I got Martin and his professor friends on it too.”

Yes, unbelievable as it was, Martin was an academic, a professor of religious theology and occult studies. Wild, but true.

“So far, what we’ve figured out is it’s going to take you being very open, very in love and willing to sacrifice yourself for him. The ritual also requires blood.”

“How much blood and exactly what do I need to sacrifice?”

“Not quite sure. The books have each mentioned it briefly, but none of us have found the specific ritual yet.”

“Wow, so helpful.”

“Sorry, wasn’t expecting to be needing spells or rituals to bring the dead back to life. If I’d known I would’ve started the research… like forever ago!”

‘‘I know. I know. I’m sorry. This is just so unbelievable. What a wild Halloween! We are plotting bringing the dead back to life. Eww. That just sounds so wrong. I keep having gory movie visions of animated corpses and worse. I mean where is his body going to come from? We don’t like have to kill someone to give him a body do we?”

“D, this is magic. The laws of physics and the world of rational thought do not exist here.”

“Uh, huh. DUH! But still!”

“Calm down. We’ll figure it out. Your dream man will soon be yours, in the flesh.”

Just then, Martin rushed in. “I have it. It’s so simple. At nightfall, you have to stand over his grave and wish him back to existence with all the love you have. If your love is strong and pure, the magick of Samhain will bring him back to this world. Oh, and you have to mix your blood and tears and then put them into the soil at his grave.”

“Blood and tears and true love. Yes, it’s all so simple and clear now, isn’t it?” Adena asked sarcastically, “Exactly how much blood?”

“Probably just a drop. It takes very little blood to invoke magick. The old ways had practitioners being overzealous with all the killings. There was never a need to kill to invoke magick. However, some deities are very blood thirsty and demanded ritual sacrifice.”

“Thank you, Martin, for all your help. I guess now it’s up to me. Do I love him enough? Can I cry and bleed enough to bring him back to this world? I am going out to his grave. I need to be alone. It’s almost nightfall. Is there anything else I need? Candles? Oils? Ritual tools?”

“A clean knife or something to cut yourself with. Or, maybe just a needle to prick your finger. Here, I’ll get the sewing kit and some alcohol.” Chrissy ran from the room to grab supplies.

Once she came back, she looked at Adena then gave her a big hug. “It’s going to work. You’ve been waiting for a long time to find the right guy. I think it’s destiny for you and Dimitri to be together. Somehow, you just ended up in different centuries. Now, fate has the chance to set things straight. It’ll work. He’s your man, D. I can feel it.”

“Thanks, Chriss. I’m going out there now. The sun is setting. Wish me luck?”

“With all my heart.”


* * * *

After creating a circle and lighting the candles like Chrissy had instructed, Adena sat in front of Dimitri’s headstone. She’d never cast a spell before, so she had no idea if she’d done it right. She wondered if she was supposed to feel something special. When she’d mentally pictured the circle closing, she’d thought she felt a snap of electricity, but it could’ve been her imagination.

So, she sat there waiting until it was fully dark before going any further. When the last rays of blue, orange, purple, pink and gold disappeared into the darkness of night, she lit the candles. She started hoping with all her heart for Dimitri to appear.

As she sat there hoping and praying, Adena thought about her life, of the men she’d dated and the man she’d always dreamed of one day finding. The more she thought about it, the more sure she felt that Dimitri was that man. Everything she’d learned, everything she’d felt when he’d touched her, all confirmed for her that he was her true love. Then, she thought about this spell. What if it doesn’t work?

Finally, the tears came. Big fat tears rolled down Adena’s cheeks and dripped into the grass. She grabbed the needle. Pricking her finger, she pushed a red droplet to the surface. She let a tear fall onto the drop. Once they mixed, she watched the drop fall onto the earth above Dimitri’s grave.

Blood. Tears. Hope. Love. It was all there. Now where was Dimitri?

Suddenly, a ferocious wind blew through the cemetery. Almost all the candles went out except for the one right in the center of the grave. Dust and grass blew everywhere. Adena felt a cold chill crawl up her spine. Goose bumps broke out all over her body. The air changed. A thickness full of electricity hung in the air like what you get right before a severe storm hits.

As Adena hugged herself, rubbing her arms to make the gooseflesh go away, a loud clap of thunder shook the area. A rumbling boom and a whoosh of energy knocked Adena backwards onto the ground.

“What the hell?” she murmured as she struggled to pull herself back into a sitting position.

Two large hands reached out taking hold of her smaller ones. They helped her back into a sitting position.

Adena looked up into the eyes of her lover.

“It worked! Oh my god, Dimitri! It worked!”

“Yes, it worked. I never doubted you my love. I am here with you now…forever, in the flesh.”

“Really? Are you sure? You’re not going to go poof come midnight? Turn into a pumpkin or something?”

A deep rumbling laugh erupted from him, “No, no poof. Come midnight, I will still be here. But, why would I turn into a pumpkin?”

Adena threw her arms around him and started kissing him all over the place. She was so thrilled. Within minutes, their playful, ecstatic kisses turned more serious and erotic. One of Dimitri’s large hands trailed down Adena’s stomach, making her tremble with anticipation. Teasing, he played with her dress until the material fell away. His fingers made their way to her heated sex. He caressed her along her panty line, taunting her until a finger breached the border and snuck into the panties. Slowly, one finger at a time, he touched her flesh, drawing out every aching moment. A hard finger dipped into her bare, heated folds then delved deeper into the slick opening longing for him.

Adena moaned. Thrusting her pelvis against him, his fingers slid through her wetness. He caressed the wet folds, parted them, so he could slide another finger inside her. She ground her mound against his hand, rubbing her clit against the base of his thumb. When he moved slightly and started circling the tight little nub with deliberate motions, she moaned. Her legs began to shake.

Adena’s back bowed. Her knees threatened to give out. She was ready to come on his hand, completely on the brink of ecstasy, when he plunged a third large finger in. Stretching her to the max, she cried out as wave after wave of pure emotion rocked her body.

With one arm supporting her upper body and the other holding her from where his fingers still were inside her, he kept her from falling.

After Adena stopped trembling, he carefully withdrew his fingers. Peeling off her panties and dress, he left her standing completely naked in the darkness of the cemetery. One candle and the moonlight bathed her in a romantically, wicked glow.

Adena stood there eagerly anticipating what was to come as Dimitri stripped off his own clothes. Soon, he stood just as naked. She admired his broad chest and thick arms, both rippling with muscles. The way his strong body tapered into his narrow waist and then stretched back out to form thick muscular legs made him a magnificently, spectacular male. And, he was all hers.

He pulled her body to his. They reveled in the warmth of each other, flesh upon flesh, body to body. His erection pressed against her, rock hard and needy. He pushed her back until her ass scraped against the top of the headstone.

“Sit on it and spread your legs wide.”

The headstone seemed pretty sturdy, so she put her bottom on it. It was hard, cold and a little scratchy. That would add to the thrill. The sheer weirdness didn’t go unnoticed in Adena’s mind, though still she felt as if she were in a surreal dream. She was about to have sex on top of a tombstone with the guy who was technically buried under it—the guy who until moments ago had been a bodiless spirit for over a hundred years. Wow.

Then, his rock hard cock pressed against her tight opening, and nothing else mattered. His hardness pushed into her wet softness. As he shoved in deeper, she arched to take him all in. Wrapping her legs around him, she held on tight to his body as he started pumping into her hard and fast.

She screamed in ecstasy, crying out his name. Her nails raked down his back when her climax neared. So intense, it threatened to overcome her completely. He gripped her tightly. Her senses left her. She screamed with wild abandon, filling the graveyard with noises that would surely raise the rest of the dead.

Dimitri never let her fall, and he never stopped moving inside her as she came back down from her orgasm. She opened her eyes and groggily stared at him. The corded muscles in his body rippled as he tensed.

Adena’s body was on fire. Her breasts stood taught, nipples fully erect and waiting eagerly for attention. As if he could read her needs, Dimitri bowed his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth then the other. Sucking harder, Adena cried out again as pleasure mixed with pain.

“My darling, I want to do something I’ve never fully done with another. Will you let me?”

“Anything. I… will…do…anything…for you,” she panted breathlessly.

Dimitri slowly withdrew his rigid cock. His erection shined in the moon glow along with Adena’s liquid pleasure.

“Bend over the headstone and stick your ass in the air.”

“Oh. Okay…” she responded. Now, knowing what he wanted, suddenly she wasn’t so sure. She’d tried this before. It hadn’t pleasant. Yet, Dimitri, she knew ,would surely be gentle.

She bent over and spread herself wide open with her ass in the air.

“Women of my time…they wouldn’t do this. I tried once. It didn’t go well. I promise my love, I will be gentle. I just have waited so long. This will bind us, bring us even closer.”

His mouth was suddenly between her legs. Licking at her juices, First he worked her clit. Then, moving up, he dipped into her slit. Finally, he went up farther, moistening her tight, puckered anus. Slowly pushing into her with his tongue, he dipped a couple of fingers inside her pussy at the same time. Once wet, he brought the fingers up to her ass and started gently inserting one inside her.

She didn’t tighten up or freak out. Instead, Adena let her body relax and enjoy the sensation. She revealed in the idea of Dimitri being inside her in such an intimate way. Soon, two fingers were inside her gently moving back and forth. Her pussy was aching. She was so hot. Her nipples scraped against the rough edge on top of the headstone. Such a wicked pleasure. What they were doing felt so naughty and so completely titillating. She was going to come with just his fingers inside her.

Soon, she was thrusting and bucking against his hand. Then, suddenly, his hand was gone.

She mewled with displeasure.

“Be patient my sweet.”

His cock slid into and out of her pussy in one quick motion. Teasing her senseless, he coated himself with her wetness. One frantic moment later, he pressed the hot tip of his cock into the tight opening of her ass. He inched into her slowly, stretching and filling as he moved within her. She howled with pleasure when his large cock disappeared into her. Taking it all greedily, the glorious mix of pleasure and pain, she moved against his body wanting more, wanting it faster.

“You are a wanton little tart all the sudden aren’t you,” he growled playfully into her ear then kissed her neck. ”Do you like this big cock buried inside that hot little bum of yours?”

“Oh. God. Yes. I never imagined that it could feel…so gooood,” she cried as another orgasm took over.

She bucked against him, pushing his cock deeper inside her. He grunted.

Obviously not able to hold back any longer, he started fucking her like a wild animal until he exploded. Several wild thrusts later, he collapsed on her back, still buried inside her.

After several minutes of heavy, exhausted breathing, Adena felt Dimitri’s cock twitch and stiffen inside her.

“Again?” she asked incredulously.

“I have over a century of lust and need to slake. Can you handle more?”

She wiggled her butt playfully, “Bring it on big boy.”

“Get down on your hands and knees in the grass.”

“Yes sir.”

She obeyed. Mounting her from behind, he buried his long, thick shaft deep in her ass again. At the same time, he reached around and teased her clit while fingering her wetness.

“Oh, god, Dimitri. You’re going to make me come again!”

She did. Over and over again until well past midnight, they were together until they both lay in a sweaty heap in the grass in front of Dimitri’s headstone.

“It is after midnight. As promised, I’m still here, my love.”

“You are. Are you sure it’s to stay?”

“ Yes. I feel alive again. No longer on borrowed time. It is wonderful. This is wonderful. You are wonderful. Ahhh…we have a wedding to plan.”

“A wedding?”

“My lady, I am so sorry.” He pulled himself up on one knee and knelt before her naked. “I must do this properly. Adena, will you marry me?”

“This is your idea of proper?” she giggled.

He looked down and smiled sheepishly. “Considering how our relationship started, I guess this is proper enough even though I have no ring. I promise I will get you a large, exquisite ring fit for a queen.”

“Are we to be married naked in the graveyard as well?”

“No. I think after tonight I have had quite my fill of graveyards,” he replied sharply, yet with a smile on his face.

“Hhhmm, me too. Hey, what about the house? You’re not going to ask for it back from Chrissy and Martin are you?’

“No. They love the house. It is theirs now. I just hope they will part with the money, gold and jewels I have stashed in a hidden room behind the bookcases. I have enough riches that we can build our own home far grander than that one. And, I promise to give you the library of your dreams.”

Adena’s eyes filled with tears of joy. “Really?”

“Anything for you, my darling.”


* * * *

Dimitri and Adena were married the following spring at the old mansion, their new home not being quite ready for wedding festivities yet. Still under construction, they’d had to settle for the next best thing, the home Dimitri had originally built, the place that had brought them together.

The splendid Victorian was restored to its full glory and then some, in true Chrissy fashion. Chrissy and Martin had added a few special touches to the old Victorian. There was now a sex dungeon in the basement, a hot tub and pool out back along with a few other sexy additions. These included benches with dildo attachments and an arbor with a sex swing rigged up to it. Also, several special areas had been set up so handcuffs, ankle restraints and other devices of pleasure or pain could be used.

They’d even added a museum quality show room full of authentic Victorian sexual devices and clothing. Corsets, wooden dildos, Victorian porn and other sexual oddities filled the room. The truly expensive pieces were well protected behind glass cases. Others lined shelves and sat on tables just begging to be used.

It all made for a very interesting location for a wedding and reception.

After all the regular guests left, the reception turned into an all out orgy. Adena and Dimitri watched from a distance while they pleasured themselves as man and wife.

~ "A Halloween to Remember" can be found in the short story collection Paranormal Pleasures: Ten Tales of Supernatural Seduction available for the Kindle and in Print at Amazon.

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A Halloween to Remember Part 3

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*warning contains m/f, f/f and group sex situations*

She shivered and reached for her blanket, but there was none to be found. As she sat up, cold air swirled around her, mixing with a slight fog. It was very surreal. She wondered if she was still asleep. Then, the happenings of the night before flooded Adena’s groggy mind.

She looked around. Oh. My. God. She was in the freakin’ graveyard, butt naked, lying in the grass. Where the hell was Dimitri? More importantly, where were her clothes?

She glanced around, spotting her dress over by the bench, but not before she caught a glimpse of the name on the tombstone in front of her. She pushed at the tall grass around it not believing what she was seeing. After wiping at the years of dust and dirt on top, there it was in bold letters.

Dimitri Ivanof
1860-1889

It wasn’t possible. Her Dimitri had to be a descendent or an ancestor. There was no way she’d spent the night banging a guy who had been dead for over 120 years.

Had she?

Shit! This was just too much. Could the man of her dreams been just a dream? Did she get drunk, wander out into the garden, strip off her clothes and dream the whole thing?

Nope! as she got up, Adena could feel all the delightful aches and pains that only really good sex could give you. Not to mention, there was sticky, crusty residue left all over her body.

Dimitri had been real enough to come over and over again all over her body.
She made her way over to her dress, though it seemed so far away. Picking up the pile, she noticed her underwear were worthless as were her fishnet stockings. At least, the dress wasn’t torn.

She put on her dress and laced up the top. Grabbing her heels, she made her way into the old house.

It was still very early. Naked bodies were passed out everywhere. It’d been one wild party.

Adena found Chrissy stuffed between Martin and the big breasted brunette she’d encountered by the bathroom the night before.

“Chrissy. Chrissy wake up. I need to talk to you.” Chrissy mumbled and stretched, still looking fabulous even blurry-eyed. She was completely naked, spread eagle on a blanket on the floor.

Her pussy lips were swollen, red and glistening with moisture. In other words, she looked thoroughly fucked.

Adena’s ached, she wondered if that was how her nether region looked.

“Hey, D. I didn’t know you were still here.”

“Uh, yeah, well I ran into that guy I’d seen in the library. We had a pretty wild night. I just woke up in the graveyard.”

Chrissy’s eyes popped open wide, no longer sleep blurry. “You what? Help me up. I need coffee and you need to spill.”

Adena smiled and helped her up. Chrissy didn’t even bother to look for clothes, just proudly strutted her naked body to the kitchen to make coffee.

Her bobbing breasts and beautiful ass were making Adena horny again. She didn’t think it was possible so soon after the thorough working over Dimitri had given her. On the other hand, Chrissy could make an impotent priest want pussy.

Adena watched Chrissy work. It was driving her wild.

“Are you gonna spill anytime soon?” Chrissy turned and asked Adena.

“Chrissy, could you please put some clothes or a robe or something? I know you’re completely comfortable walking around naked, but I’m not. You’re…affecting me.”

Chrissy smiled that come-fuck-me grin, “After all these years you finally admit you’re hot for me?”

“Chrissy, a gay guy would turn straight just to bang you.”

“I know. It’s happened,” she giggled.

Adena rolled her eyes.

“OK! OK! I’ll grab a robe.” She disappeared for a minute, then came back covered with a black velvet robe quite apropos for Halloween. “Spill.”

“Right. I finally hooked up with the guy from the library. He was real…kinda.”

“What do you mean kinda?”

Adena told Chrissy everything right to the point of waking up in the cemetery in front of Dimitri’s headstone.

“You’ve got to be shittin’ me?” was her initial response. “Did you say his name was Dimitri? Dimitri Ivanof? Holy shit, D. That’s the guy who built this place back in the eighteen hundreds. I found his journal in a secret compartment in the bedroom when we were remodeling. It spoke of him coming to America with his parents, two sisters and several servants. Sadly, they all became ill on the boat that brought them to America. Everyone, but him, died while he was building this house. It was a home for his bride, but there was never a bride. He recovered from the illness, only to die soon after completing the house…before finding his true love.”

“That’s crazy. It sounds like some twisted fairy tale crap.”

“This coming from the chick that fucked a dead guy all night and woke up on his grave.”

“So, you’re saying, at this point, anything is possible?”

“In his journal, he went on and on about finding the right woman. He was really into the true love, love conquers all deal. He just never found the one. He found sharks and money hungry witches that wanted him for his money, ‘cause according to the journal, he was loaded. Then, after his family passed away, he was even richer because he inherited the family fortune.

Anyway, he was killed in some kind of accident, and I guess buried right here along with his family and all the servants who’d come here with him from Russia. This is wild, D. This means you’re the one. He fell for you, and you fell for him. You guys would be perfect. He was all into books and antiques and fine art and all that stuff you love and know so much about.”

“Sure, we’d be perfect for each except for that one pesky little detail…he’s been dead for over 120 years! I’m thinking whatever is left in that grave is not the sexy guy I made love to last night.”

“Right, right, right. Last night…Halloween, veil between the worlds…”

“Chriss, you’re mumbling. Want to clue me in?”

“You saw him last night as it got close to midnight. When did you see and touch and feel him…in the flesh?”

“Ah…the clock, it was just starting to strike midnight when I caught a glimpse of him going out the French doors onto the patio.”

“Yes, midnight! D, you know I love all things spooky and creepy, right?”

“Of course.”

“In my studies…you know I only love books if they have something to do with sex or the occult. Anyway, I learned that, supposedly, the veil between the worlds is lifted as the clock strikes midnight on Halloween and can remain that way until midnight when Halloween ends. But, during the day, the veil is kinda in limbo.

The light makes it harder for the spirits to be seen.”

“So, you’re saying when night falls I may be able to see him again?”

“Let’s hope so. Didn’t you say the last thing you remember about him is him telling you that love could bring him back. Do you love him, D?”

“I just met the guy, Chriss.”

“So, I knew right away Martin was the one. We hooked up, boffed like bunnies, then joined an orgy and boffed like a bunch of horny bunnies, then came home and fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was instant love.”

“That’s great, Chriss. But, I don’t know.” Adena sat there and thought about everything she’d felt the night before. It was instant lust, extreme desire, pure passion…but love? How could she know if she loved a man…a ghost who she knew nothing about.

Then, Adena had a thought. “Chriss, where’s that journal?”

Chrissy ran upstairs and brought back an old leather bound journal. Adena’s hands shook as she took it from her. When she opened it, a rush of emotion hit her.

Just then, Martin walked in butt naked with a stiff boner and grabbed Chrissy from behind. He bent her over the counter, threw her robe up around her back and pushed his big cock right into her.

“Come on you guys! You have to go at it first thing in the morning?”

“It’s how we wake up and greet the day,” Chrissy smiled through her little moans of pleasure “Why don’t you take your book up to the library for some privacy?”

“Great idea.” Adena hauled butt up to the library to get away from Chrissy and her overly horny husband.


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After stealing some clean clothes and underwear from Chrissy’s room, she took a detour to the restroom for a quick shower. Once she felt somewhat refreshed, Adena settled into a big comfy couch in the library. She poured over Dimitri’s journal for hours. The more she read, the closer she felt to him. Chrissy had been right. She and Dimitri were so much alike. They both loved beautiful things, and they both had a thing for books, evident from Dimitri’s collection still filling the shelves of the library he’d built.

Adena’s heart filled. Yes, damnit, she was in love with Dimitri, in love with a dead man. Of all the impossible situations, how the hell could love bring him back?

This was the real world not some magic laced fairy tale.

Maybe Chrissy, with all her occult and general knowledge of spookiness, would know something.

And think of devil, Chrissy strutted in wearing a short little blue dress. That was probably all she had on, judging from the way her breasts bounced as she walked.
“Good. I was hoping you would come in. How do you think I could bring him back? He said love could bring him back.”

“I don’t know, D. Let me grab some of my books and see if we can’t figure something out before nightfall.”

Chrissy bent over and dug around one of the lower shelves. She pulled out a stack of newer books, quite unlike the leather bound and cloth ones that had been Dimitri’s. And yeah, she’d put on nothing under that dress. Her pretty little pussy and beautiful ass peaked out at Adena from below the short hem that rode up when Chrissy bent over.

“Do you ever wear underwear?” Adena asked Chrissy.

“Sometimes. Not usually at home though. Especially not when Martin’s home. You never know when we’ll feel the urge.”

“God. You two are seriously oversexed.”

“Yeah, you could use a little more sex in your life. It’d make you happier.”

Chrissy crept closer. “You know, I’ve been aching to do you for years, D. I know how you feel though about our friendship, and I know you worry that sex could screw it all up. It wouldn’t. Really, it wouldn’t. Why don’t you just indulge this once before you go committing yourself to a ghost? I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Her body moved closer to Adena’s, and Chrissy’s hand crept under her dress. Chrissy’s fingers caressed Adena’s outer lips as her other hand found its way to her breast. Chrissy leaned into Adena, grazing her lips with her own soft, sweet pouty pink ones.

Adena was in lesbian heaven. She’d fantasized about this, about Chrissy, for so long. But, they were friends, and you don’t fuck your friends. On the flip side, maybe Chrissy was right. Maybe, Adena should indulge for once.

Adena gave in and kissed Chrissy back. Darting her tongue into Chrissy’s mouth, she let her fingers creep between her friend’s legs. She found Chrissy open, slick and ready. Adena teased Chrissy’s clit with her thumb until she moaned and pushed against her. Adena slid one finger into her slick heat and almost came herself from the sheer ecstasy it brought. No wonder men wanted this so bad. She couldn’t imagine how it must feel on a super sensitive penis. Chrissy pulled back and yanked off her dress. Then, she pushed and tugged at Adena’s until they were both naked on the sofa.

Adena heard Dimitri’s voice and felt his soft breath on her ear. “You are so beautiful. I hope you don’t mind if I watch. Two women is such a fantasy, such exquisite beauty. I will enjoy seeing the two of you together.”

Oh, thank god, she thought. She’d feared the whole being with Chrissy thing would be like cheating, making the true love thing null and void. At the least, now she didn’t have to be afraid of Dimitri being jealous.

“Never jealous of another woman my dear, Adena. I can offer you things no woman can, but this is a pleasure I would not deny you. I just wish I could share in it with you, make love to you while you make love to her. Perhaps, after you bring me back tonight…” His voice drifted off and Adena moved between Chrissy’s legs.

She was tender, feminine beauty. Lips full and swollen, pink and slick with her juices. Adena leaned in and took a hesitant lick. Could she do this? She’d never been with a woman, not like this, not all the way.

Chrissy tasted like raspberry and honey, sweet and delightful. Adena dove in, licking and kissing her, spreading her lips and gazing deep into her feminine secrets. She licked her inside and out. Teasing and taunting, she couldn’t get enough.

Chrissy moaned, moving under her mouth, curling her fingers into Adena’s hair, pulling her further into her friend’s body. Chrissy demanded more from Adena. So, Adena complied by dipping a finger inside her and wrapping her lips around Chrissy’s rigid clit. While putting on a little pressure and then gently sucking with her mouth, she swirled her finger inside her.

Chrissy’s hips gyrated around Adena. Her ass lifted off the couch. Adena had to hold her down as she bucked and pulsed against her. Coming with ferocity, Chrissy filled Adena’s mouth with her essence. Adena came as Chrissy came. Being with her was such an erotic experience, she couldn’t hold back.

Adena held onto her friend until both of their bodies stopped trembling. Then, she moved up her body, kissing every dip and curve until she found her pert, perky breasts. With those pretty pink nipples hard and tight as pencil erasers, one by one, she sucked each them into her mouth. At the same time, she cupping Chrissy’s large breasts with her small hands, kneading them, caressing them, worshipping them. Then, Adena moved farther up her body until they were face to face, breast to breast.

Adena kissed her, slowly, deeply, passionately. Chrissy pushed Adena back on the sofa and made a slow, teasing descent down her body, a reverse trail from the one Adena had just made on hers.

She started at her mouth. Languidly, she kissed and licked Adena clean like a cat licking off every last drop of cream. Then, she trailed her tongue down Adena’s neck to her chest. Circled each breast, Chrissy latched on hard causing Adena’s body to buck with pleasure until a cry escaped her lips. She meticulously paid attention to each breast, not missing a spot before continuing on her path. Down Adena’s stomach, stopping only to tease her belly button, Chrissy trailed. Her tickle spot on her side caused a giggle to escape Adena’s lips. Finally, Chrissy moved down to the center of her being.

Adena spread her legs eagerly, welcoming the tongue lashing she was about to get.

Chrissy dove in, her tongue filling Adena as far as it would go. Flicking and fucking Adena with her tongue, Chrissy drove her wild. Then, she pulled back and licked all around her wet lips, cleaning her, teasing her, making Adena hotter than ever.

She thrust two, then three, fingers inside Adena, fucking her wildly as she latched onto her clit with her mouth. She drove Adena wild. Adena bucked and thrust against Chrissy, but her friend wouldn’t let go, she wouldn’t stop. The sensations threatened to be too much.

God, she exploded. Warm heat flowed from Adena into Chrissy. and she drank in all of Adena’s desire.

“I’ve wanted you for years, D. I’m so glad you finally gave in.” Chrissy sighed and collapsed. Her breasts pressed against Adena’s. “That was so freakin worth it, D. You are so hawt, girl. You’ll see this will only bring us closer. Friends with benefits is awesome, especially between girls.”


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“That was so freakin hot.” Martin’s voice came from the doorway.

Adena blushed furiously as she looked at Martin holding his hard as steel cock in his hand. He’d obviously been watching for awhile.

“So, can I join in now? Come on Adena that pussy of yours is aching for some cock now isn’t it? You’re the only one of Chrissy’s friends that I haven’t had the pleasure of banging.” He stepped towards the sofa.

Dimitri’s voice sounded in her ear, “If cock is what you need, I am ready and waiting my love. You have no need for his.”

“No thanks, Martin. Chrissy and I needed to scratch an itch that had been bugging us for a long time. You are not on the menu, but thanks.” It was kinda hard to say no to Martin, but Adena really wanted Dimitri.

“Well, then, you won’t mind if I satisfy myself with my wife quickly, will you?”

He didn’t wait for Adena to answer, just pushed Chrissy over and slid into her drenched pussy. Adena moved off the sofa but couldn’t take her eyes off Martin’s shaft plunging in and out of Chrissy’s tight pink hole. So hot. So wet.

Adena leaned over the desk and took a deep breath. Then, she felt something probing her from behind. She turned to look, but couldn’t see a thing.

Dimitri whispered in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. You can’t see me right now, but I can make you feel me.”

Now, Adena was honestly getting fucked by a ghost. She couldn’t see him, but as his rigid staff entered her, she could definitely feel him. She moaned, sprawling across the desk as Dimitri pressed into her heated center, pushing, thrusting, harder and harder, faster and faster.

Adena felt deliciously dizzy. He drove into her wildly while she watched Martin and Chrissy go at it on the sofa. Adena could feel Dimitri’s hands creeping up her body until they gripped her breasts. He pulled her up and back, holding her against him.

“Come for me, Adena. Come for me now!” he demanded.

Adena did as he asked, Her body was more than willing to obey his command. As the orgasm crashed over her, she heard Chrissy’s cries from the sofa. They were all coming together. She felt Dimitri’s hot seed spread through her. Then, he was gone. She almost fell from the loss of his body against hers.

“What the hell?”

Faintly, she heard, “Sorry my love…energy…lost…will be back…dark.”


Copyright © 2011 Roxanne Rhoads

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

~*~ Roxanne Rhoads~*~

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A Halloween to Remember Part 2

Warning- m/f sex with mentions of group sex situations

Join us tomorrow for Part 3 of A Halloween to Remember

The main part of the party was in what could only be described of as a mini ballroom. The room was off the formal dining area and took up the whole rear end of the house. The Victorians would’ve all died from heart failure if they’d witnessed the totally non-prudish things which were occurring in that room tonight. Adena wasn’t even sure if she could handle seeing it.

The games Chrissy and Martin came up with were truly sexually warped.

To loosen up an shed some inhibitions Adena downed a couple shots, a shooter from between the well endowed bartender’s breasts, then grabbed another drink from the bar as she glanced around at the activities.

Four women on the sofa were playing a game that must have been called, ‘How Many Dildos Can You Fit in the Hole.’ Three of the women each had three stuffed inside them. One woman was in the process of putting in her fifth. Looked like Miss Super Stuffed was going to win that one. Talk about stretched out!

In another part of the room, a deep throat contest was going on. A man that could put John Holmes to shame was sitting in a chair fully erect while women took turns seeing how far down on him they could go. Another guy was marking Mr. Cocky with chocolate body paint showing where each woman ended up. He was also measuring and keeping tally.

Adena considered trying that one. She’d always been really good at going down. At the other end of the room, people were baring body parts, slathering paint on them and applying them to paper. That was rather creative.

On another sofa, several couples were playing, ‘Who Can Come the Fastest.’
They were being timed to see which guy could come first. Hmm. Different. First time she’d seen guys get awarded for coming fast.

All over the room, sexual games were being played. Many were tame compared to the ones she’d just witnessed, like: toss the dildo, toss the hoop over the penis, pin the boobs on the bitch, pin the penis on the man, sexy charades and more. Everything had a sexual slant with some Halloweenie fun thrown in.

Adena kept walking through the room, sipping her third or fourth drink, getting more turned on as she glanced at all the people having some sort of sexual fun . Part of her wanted to join in, but another part of her just wanted a good old one on one romp.

Oh, damn! There were Chrissy and Martin on a large old wingback chair. Well, they were kinda on it. Chrissy was bent over the chair with her dress around her waist, while Martin plunged his massive bulging cock in and out of her wet, pink folds. They looked so damn good together! Chrissy had all her blond beauty, and Martin was tall, dark and seriously sexy.

Anytime Adena said the word, she knew she could play with them. She just didn’t want to chance ruining her longtime friendship with Chrissy. Adena didn’t think she could separate sex from everything else the way Chrissy could.

Finding a side hallway, she ducked out of the ballroom to avoid seeing anymore of Chrissy and Martin while trying to remember which way the bathroom was.

In the hallway, a surfer looking blond guy squeezed against Adena and copped a feel… or three. She was getting to the point where she was ready to just grab someone and fuck their brains out. Her hand reached out but didn’t find much.
Shit, she totally hated it when a guy looked really good but wasn’t packing much. Adena pushed away from blondie and kept walking. Still looking for someone who could seriously arouse her interest and not just her curiosity, she really hoped to find the bathroom soon.

Where’s my ruffled shirt man? She bet he was packing something large and wonderful.

Speaking of large and wonderful, a beautiful brunette with the largest boobs Adena had ever seen on a skinny chick bounced out of the room she assumed was the bathroom. She had heard running water and a flush. The woman was topless with all her breastacular glory hanging out for the world to see.

Boobs caught Adena staring, “Yes, they are real. You want to feel them?”

Adena couldn’t say no. She found her hands caressing and squeezing the large mammaries. The nipples were as big as old silver dollars, but they soon puckered up to hard nubs the size of quarters as Adena kept squeezing and rubbing them. Yes, they were most definitely real. However, Adena was slightly tipsy and just way too horny to be caressing a strange woman’s breasts in the hallway.

Boobs moaned and leaned into Adena, her hand finding its way under Adena’s skirt to caress the heated flesh between her thighs.

Then, a large set of hands was cupping Adena’s behind. Adena looked behind her to find the guy who must’ve been Boobs partner in the bathroom. He was a tall, older man, and gray hair was so not Adena’s thing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…” she pulled away and went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. The booze and the sex were starting to have an effect on her.

Adena used the bathroom, cleaned herself up and pulled herself together. She knew Chrissy’s parties were always trouble. They could make a nun participate in an orgy.

She stepped out of the bathroom and found a threesome blocking her way into the hallway. Two guys and one woman all looking very pleased. Adena was wishing she could be the meat between those two slices of bread. Yum. She shook her head and went the other way down the hall. After rambling through the old house, getting lost several times and walking in on numerous scenarios that just revved her libido even more, Adena finally found her way back to the ballroom. There she found two cuties taking turns sucking Martin’s meaty cock while Chrissy was getting double stuffed. Her friend rode one guy while another thrust into her tight little ass.

Everywhere she turned, it was an all out orgy. The night had passed quickly. The pheromones and hormones were raging. All civility and shyness was gone. People were just into the pleasure.

Adena really needed some air and walked towards the open doors at the end of the ballroom.

Just as she heard the large old clock start chiming the midnight hour, she caught a glimpse of that white ruffled shirt going out the back French doors.

Adena took off almost in a run. Well, she gave it her best effort in her tight dress and stiletto heels. After scurrying out the back door onto a patio, she found no one save some naughty jack-o-lanterns and a set of screwing skeletons in a 69 position.

Then, she saw him over by a trellis covered with night blooming roses. Kind of late in the year for them to be blooming, she thought as she walked over to him.
She kept waiting for him to disappear as she approached, but he didn’t. He definitely looked like something straight out of a romance novel. All dark and brooding and sexy, he wore tight black pants and tall boots. His ruffled white shirt, partially unlaced, showed just a hint of fine dark hair on his massive muscle bound chest.

Adena trembled with desire just looking him up and down. This was what she’d been wanting all night. She needed him, not some jerk hooking up with anyone and everyone. No, she wanted quality over quantity.

“I’ve been watching you all night. You’ve not partaken in the games these people play. Why?” His deep, rumbling voice sent tingles down her spine. Other areas became tight and wet. His slight accent was erotic but unplaceable.

“It’s not really my thing,” Adena whispered.

“What is your thing? Would I fit the description of what you’ve been looking for?”

Oh hell freakin yeah! “Uhmm, yes, I think you would.” No use being too shy. He was here at one of Chrissy’s parties. “My name is Adena.”

“Forgive me for my rudeness. I am Dimitri Ivanof.”

Ah, Russian. That’s the accent. So sexy.

“Pleasure to meet you Dimitri.”

“My beautiful, Adena, the pleasure is most definitely, all mine.”

Adena was sure she was going to swoon right there in the dark. When her knees quivered, he was right beside her, one arm around her waist making sure she didn’t fall. The touch of his body against hers made her tremble even more. A feeling of overwhelming desire overtook her senses. She’d never encountered desire like this before. Her nipples tingled, tweaking into hard little nubs under her lace up top. Aching with a need to be filled, her nether region tightened and throbbed. Her nerve endings were alive like never before, like a low voltage stream of electricity flowing over and through her body.

His breath came hot against her ear. “Are you all right, Adena?”

She turned to face him. My god, he was so gorgeous. His brilliant blue eyes sparkled with heat and mischief. She was flirting with danger, but he was too much to turn down.

Suddenly, his full firm lips were on hers. The sweet heady taste of brandy lightly teased her senses. He pressed and she pressed back, lips matching, meeting and melding into the best kiss Adena had ever experienced.

His hands found their way to her dress, pulling apart the lacing, freeing her ample breasts to spill from the gown. He kneaded and caressed, pinched and squeezed her nipples until she thought she’d come just from the sheer pleasure of his hands on her body. His mouth finally left hers, giving her the air she desperately needed. She gasped for breath as his lips made their way down her body. He kissed her neck, teasing her throat. When he kissed her chest, he found a nipple and sucked it in between those delicious lips of his. Moving from one nipple to the other, he teased, nipped and nibbled her into delirium.

Before long, her knees gave out. Her body started to crumple. He caught her, picking her up like she weighed nothing. Carrying her over to a garden bench, he gently laid her down and promptly spread her legs. He ripped through her fishnet stockings and tore off her thong.

His eyes pierced through her as she looked at him. Square jaw set with defiance, she swore he was daring her to say no. No freakin’ way was she saying no to this man. She was melting with desire, overcome by his passionate and fearsome display. No, she wasn’t scared, not at all. Hotter than ever was all she could think of to describe how she felt.

He moved between her legs, gently kissing and teasing her. Dipping his tongue between her folds, he pushed deep inside her and swirling it around. Pulling out, his attention focused on her clit as he slid one then two fingers deep inside her. His fingers continued the undulating movements his tongue had been making, while his mouth clamped down to suck gently on her swollen nub.

Her knees shook, and her body trembled. He was pushing her over the edge, not that she hard far to go, and he was doing it soo good.

“Oh my God,” she cried as her body gave into the waves tumbling and crashing through her body.

He held onto her as she came, over and over. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her until she lay in a mass of tingling nerve endings. She looked at him. He seemed to glow in the moonlight. How had she gotten so lucky?

He was truly the man of her dreams.

Then, he took off his shirt. Hot damn, make that the man of her wet dreams. He was now standing in front of her, muscles rippling in the moonlight. A fine sprinkle of dark hair caressed his chest. It trailed down his stomach stopping only to dip into his pants. Dimitri laid his shirt down on the ground, picked her up with an incredible display of strength once again. He placed her on top of the material covering the softly damp grass.

She stared as he undressed the rest of the way. First, he kicked off those tall black boots. Then, he undid his pants. She paused only momentarily to question the fact they were laced up. However, it was Halloween.

Yummy, with no underwear underneath, he pushed down the black pants letting his hard, throbbing cock bounce in the moonlight.

Holy cow! Actually, in his case, he was hung like a bull—long, thick and incredibly hard. Soon, completely naked, he mounted her. She readily spread her legs, opened herself to accommodate him, but he didn’t plunge right in.

No, he took his time. Teasing and taunting. Pleasing and pleasuring. Kissing her, he even whispered the clichéd sweet nothings in her ear. He said everything a woman wants to hear.

Boy, did she ever. It’d been so long. Though this was a quick courting, she still wanted a hint of the romance, not just the wham, bam, thank you ma’am deal.

Finally, when he must’ve felt she was properly primed, he thrust into her just a little at a time, allowing her body to adjust to his size with each movement.

Adena moaned and arched her back. Pushing up to meet his thrusts, she took him deeper. The pleasure was a little bit of pain and a whole lot of wow. She was loving every second. As she moaned and egged him on, he thrust faster and harder. When he finally drove every inch of his manhood deep inside her, she cried out with pleasure, screaming his name. She could feel his shaft harden as she clenched around him. They were both about to come. With another stroke, they teetered on the edge. With one more, they plunged over the side of ecstasy and crashed into each other’s arms.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Dimitri looked deep into Adena’s eyes and said, “I hope you can handle more, because I am not done with you.”

Adena laughed, “Oh, good. I hate one hit wonders.”

He looked at her with a puzzled expression like he didn’t understand as he withdrew his still rock hard cock from her.

“Get up on your hands and knees. I want to see that beautiful ass of yours bathed in moonlight.”

Adena didn’t hesitate. She was sure the glare from her pale behind might blind him. He didn’t seem to mind, rather he moaned with appreciation.

“You don’t know how long it has been since I have seen a woman like this. A woman who wants me and desires me. A woman who is ready to do anything for me. You would do anything for me, would you not my dear, Adena?”

At that point, she would’ve agreed to assassinating the pope if it was what Dimitri wanted. She was so pleasure drunk, nothing mattered except him.

Dimitri knelt behind Adena, worshipping her butt with kisses and licks which were exquisite. His caresses left her tingling. A playful slap added heat to her tender skin. Then, positioning himself, he thrust deep into her body. The tip of his long cock pushed against her womb as she screamed in pleasure and wickedly wonderful pain.

Thrust after achingly deep thrust, Dimitri plundered Adena’s body. He drove her over the brink, then brought her back only to push her over it again. Orgasm after orgasm made Adena’s body shake, tremble and explode. Dimitri was remarkable, skilled like no other lover she’d ever had before.

Adena wasn’t the only one having multiple orgasms. God, this man could do it over and over, again and again, spill his seed on her, in her and all over her. How could he have anything more in those beautiful balls of his? She didn’t know, but he kept coming like a porno energizer bunny.

They did it in every imaginable position and all over the yard. Somehow, she even found herself in the cemetery with her bent over a tombstone.

Being thrust into from behind, her breasts scraped against the old stone. What a wicked rush! Naughty and forbidden, it was so damn hot.

The sun was beginning to rise when Adena and Dimitri finally fell into an exhausted heap.

His body curled around hers as he whispered in her ear, “Bring me back. Love me and bring me back. If your love is strong enough, I can be yours, forever.”

That was the last thing Adena remembered.


Copyright © 2011 Roxanne Rhoads

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

~*~ Roxanne Rhoads~*~

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A Halloween to Remember Part 1

A Halloween To Remember Part 1- Join Me Tomorrow for Part 2

Adena loved Halloween. She’d been preparing for tonight’s party for weeks.

Her friends, Chrissy and Martin, had been renovating an old Victorian house they’d bought. Adena hadn’t been there yet. So far, she’d only had seen pictures and heard Chrissy’s crazy descriptions, not yet finished; the house still had that aura of spookiness about it. All Hallow’s Eve wasn’t technically until midnight, but tonight was Saturday. It was perfect.

Chrissy and Martin always went all out for Halloween, which was probably the main reason they’d bought an old house rumored to be haunted. It was going to be a wild party.

Adena shivered getting dressed in the costume she’d carefully selected. The sexy vampire attire displayed as much of her cleavage and curves as possible. With a slit up to her thigh, the black velvet dress also sported a plunging neckline with a laced up corset, pushing her ample breasts to spill out over the top. Black fishnet stockings covered her shapely legs, and outrageous 4 inch stiletto heels finished her attire. Her long auburn hair was left hanging freely in wild waves framing her pale skin which glowed with an iridescent quality thanks to the glittery make up she’d found at the costume shop. Black eyeliner and charcoal eye-shadow made her midnight blue eyes looked darker than usual.

She surveyed her appearance in the mirror as she applied blood red lipstick to her full, sensuous lips.

Damn, I make one hot vampire, she thought to herself. I’m sure to get laid tonight. She felt heat spread between her legs just thinking about what the evening might have in store. Not only did Chrissy and Martin love Halloween, they were sexually wild and adventurous, borderline swingers. Their parties usually ended up turning into wild orgies in addition to being spooky and fun. She didn’t like to participate in the group fun, but if she could find the right guy to go one on one, well that was a different story.

Adena surveyed herself one more time in the mirror before heading out the door.

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She found the house after she drove past the driveway. You almost couldn’t see it. The house was barely visible from the road. After turning around, she pulled into the long winding driveway. Once she got around the trees, she was greeted by howling, loud pumping music and a pathway of lighted jack-o-lanterns surrounded by an unnatural fog.

The house looked scary as hell, like something straight out of a horror movie. It was an old Victorian, but it didn’t even resemble the painted lady it had once been. Currently, it just looked old and ramshackle. Wood siding hung off one end of the house and shutters banged wildly in the wind. In the moonlight, Adena swore she saw bats circling a crooked tower which emitted an eerie glow from one tiny round window.

As she walked up the jack -o-lantern lit pathway, she noticed it was a perfect fall evening. Cool air crisp mingled with the smell of fallen leaves and wood smoke. Somewhere there was a fire filling the autumn air with its sweet, heady aroma. A full moon basked the clear night in a surreal moonlight glow.

Adena caught a glimpse of what looked like gravestones way out in the back yard surrounded by a creepy iron fence. Of course during the day, especially any other day besides Halloween, the fence probably wouldn’t look creepy. Around this holiday, everything looks creepy. She knew Martin probably built the graveyard for the party, but it looked like it belonged there. She hoped it wasn’t real. The thought of living in a house with its very own graveyard made her shiver. Way too creepy.

Chrissy opened the door before Adena even had a chance to knock. As always, Chrissy was dressed to tempt and tease. A long flowing black gown swirled around Chrissy’s feet, while large black raven wings filled the doorway. Adena admired how the dress’s material swirled and shimmered in the moonlight. The wings even glimmered. Moving closer to Chrissy, Adena gasped when she realized the gown was completely translucent.

She could see Chrissy’s naked body through the gauzy material. Her nipples stood out hard and pointy against the thin material. They were dark and rosy next to her tan skin. Looking lower, she could see everything Chrissy had to offer. Nothing covered her except the see-through material of the dress, not underwear, not even hair. Chrissy was bare.

A blush threatened to stain Adena’s vampire-pale complexion. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Chrissy’s private parts, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Still, Adena just wasn’t as comfortable with nudity and sex like Chrissy was.

“You’ve really outdone yourself tonight, Chriss.” Adena said with a naughty grin as she continued to look her up and down. Chrissy was beautiful—tall, blond and tan.

For a long time Adena had wanted to look like that, but was finally comfortable in her short, pale body. Sometimes, she wished she could get her hands on Chrissy’s beautiful curves. They were way too good of friends for that, even if they both leaned towards being bi.

“What are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a dark angel. You’re looking pretty hot yourself tonight. What are you, a vampire?” Chrissy’s full lips parted into a come fuck me smile.

God, everything that woman did just reeked of sex. Adena could feel the warmth spreading through her body just by being this close. It was time to stop staring and move along to the party.

“Yeah, a vampire. I couldn’t think of anything else that would be this dark and sexy.” Shit, still on the sex topic. Time to change the subject. “That’s not a real graveyard behind your house is it?”

“Uh, yeah it is. We got this house so cheap we figured we could learn to live with the spooky factor. There are only about 20 graves back there. It is an old family plot. I don’t think anyone has been buried there in over 100 years, maybe a lot longer. I haven’t spent much time out there. It’s a bit overgrown and the stones are hard to read.”

“I don’t care if it has been 100 years or more. A graveyard is a graveyard.”

Goosebumps broke out over Adena’s flesh. She really hated graveyards. The fake spooky stuff , that, she could handle. The real thing was way too creepy.

“Well, come on in girlfriend. You look cold, and it’s hotter than hot in here already. What took you so long to get here? The party’s been going for hours.”

Adena stepped into the house and couldn’t believe her eyes. The inside looked nothing like the outside at all. Where the exterior was ramshackle and neglected, the interior was beautiful and immaculate. Except for all the creatively sexual Halloween decorations Chrissy and Martin had used, Adena felt like she’d stepped back in time.

“Wow, this house is amazing. I can see where you’ve spent all your time and money on the renovations.”

“We’re so lucky. The inside was in great condition. All the molding and trim was original to the house, they just needed to be cleaned up. Some of the rooms had peeling wallpaper, but I found a company who specialized in reproduction Victorian prints. They found almost perfect matches to redo the walls. Other rooms just needed cleaning and a fresh coat of paint. All the hardwood floors were in great shape. They were just hidden under decades of dirt. We really found a gem here. That’s why, cemetery and all, we took it.”

“It’s beautiful in here, Chriss, except for the giant blow up penis wearing the witch hat! It’s a little out of place.” Adena giggled as she looked around at the silly décor.

“Yeah, but isn’t it great?” Chrissy laughed.

“Your décor is always quite interesting. Kelly must enjoy supplying you with all this stuff.”

“She lets me get everything at cost since she knows how much I love to go all out for the parties. Wait till you see the screwing skeletons and the witch with the magic dildo wand! Come on, let me show you around.”

Chrissy led Adena around the huge Victorian, showing her all the erotic Halloween decorations while stepping over and around people in various stages of undress and sexual activity. Chrissy ignored the orgy and just kept talking about the work they’d done to the house.

“I can’t believe how amazing this place is, Chriss. I’m so glad you guys found a place that is as unique as the two of you.”

While she spoke to Chrissy, Adena’s eyes were lingering on a man dressed as Frankenstein. He was lounging in a chair getting his very large cock sucked by a harem girl with her humungous boobs swinging free.

Damn, it’d been too long since she’d gotten laid.

“I know! It was so amazing. We were driving around looking at houses for sale, and the car broke down right in front of this place. It wasn’t even on our list, but we walked up to the house and instantly knew it was the one. We found an old for sale sign, called the number and bought the house. All within a week’s time.”

“Wow that was quick.”

“And, such a great find. This beauty was just hiding under the dirt. The only major repairs we’ve had to do were updating the electrical and plumbing. We put new appliances in the kitchen, but we bought the old fashioned looking ones so they fit right in. Although they still have all the modern bells and whistles.”

Adena wished she’d find a fab place like this. All she had was a dinky apartment.

Maybe after she found the right guy and got married…yeah, like that was going to happen anytime soon. Hell, she didn’t even think she was going to get laid tonight, not even with all the willing bodies filling the place.

Chrissy dragged her around the house until they reached a set of formal looking double doors.

“Check this out, Adena. Here’s a room you’re sure to love. The library. Look, it even came stocked with some really old books.”

Adena stared at the shelves with utter disbelief. Books were so totally her thing, and this room was like hitting the freakin’ lottery. Then, she spotted something even better. A super hot stud stood in the corner holding a brandy snifter, looking like something straight out of another century and her wet dreams.

She turned to Chrissy, leaning over to whisper so he wouldn’t hear her. “Hey who’s the hottie with the body in the corner?”

They both looked in the direction Adena had pointed, but there was no one there.

“Uh, who are you talking about? There’s no one else in here, D.”

Adena trembled. “He was right over there, Chriss. You couldn’t have missed him. He was beautiful, tall, about six five, large but not overly muscle bound, dark curling hair, stunning blue eyes, old fashioned clothes, like one of those poet shirts all ruffley and stuff…”

Chrissy furrowed her brows.

“He was right over there, holding a brandy snifter. He looked like something straight off the cover of a romance novel.”

“D, there’s no other way out than the doorway we just came through. He couldn’t have gotten by us. Plus, I haven’t seen anyone fitting that description. Hon, have you been drinking already?”

Adena rolled her eyes at Chrissy then looked around the room. She knew there’d been a man in here a moment ago. Maybe, it was just wishful thinking, finding the man of her dreams in the room of her fantasies.

“Have you gone through these books yet?” She asked Chrissy.

“Nope, saved ‘um all for you. Books are your thing, hon. Sex is my thing…and spooky stuff, hmm maybe spooky sex? Anyway, that reminds me, I need to get back to playing slutty hostess. I have some fun events planned like toss the ring on the penis, breast and penis painting, bobbing for boobs and a few other things sure to get all the guests hot and bothered.”

“Damn, Chrissy. Is monogamy not part of your marriage?”

“Nope! And, that’s the way Martin and I like it. We’re young, we’re sexual and we’re having fun. At the end of the night, we have each other. Maybe when we’re older and have kids we’ll settle down, but right now this is what we like.”

“Hey, at least you found someone who shares your passions. It would suck if you got stuck with a jealous prude who couldn’t handle your sexuality.”

“Maybe someday you’ll find the guy of your dreams. One who loves antique books and vintage finds as much as you do.”

“Right. Doubtful.”

“Well, until then, come get your freak on with some of the hotties here tonight. I made sure Martin invited all his single buddies from work. Some of them are hot, hot, hawt.” She giggled, grabbed Adena’s hand and led her to the main room of festivities.



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The Adventures of Wonderslut -- Installment Twelve

by Alice Gaines

By now, Frank and Louise were getting hot and heavy with each other in the center of the floor and didn't need any more help from Felicity. They had things more or less well in hand, if she did say so herself. In the meantime, Jason had become more creative with his kisses, circling her ear with the tip of his tongue and letting his hot breath slip inside. She hadn't taught him that trick, had she? If not, she ought to thank whoever had because it hit a nerve that zinged through her and curled her toes.

“The mission…” she murmured.

“We can use that position, if you want,” he whispered back.

“Mission, not position. Mission.”

“If you want me on top, that's fine, too.”

“Mission, not missionary.” For a guy with so many talents, he could sure be dense sometimes.

“I don't care what we call it.” He started easing the zipper of her unitard downward. “Just as long as we do some of it soon.”

Oh hell, why not? Frank was just taking his place between his wife's legs, and she could watch and get more and more excited, or she could let Jason scratch what itched. Frank and Louise had both had orgasms already and would probably take their time. She and Jason could work in a quickie without the other couple even noticing. She let Jason continue to disrobe her, bending to remove her boots until she only wore her mask. Now, he helped her to rise and slid his arms around her again. With her back to his front, she could watch the fucking in front of her while pressing her ass against a huge erection behind her.

Jason took advantage of her nudity to cup her boobs and rub his thumbs over the nipples. They hardened into sensitive points as he kneaded her flesh. He could work her buttons, and he did it, releasing one breast so that he could lower his hand over her abdomen and into the hairs that covered her pussy. Her clit knew what was coming and responded by swelling. When he touched it, she whimpered as moisture collected there.

“I love it when you do that,” he said in the low, soft voice that said S-E-X.

“Do what?”

“Make that noise,” he answered. “It tells me I'm doing something right.”

“You don't do much wrong.”

“I'm going to remind you of that.”

“Don't develop an ego,” she said. “Just touch me.”

“Oh, yeah.” He stroked her hot spot gently but constantly until she wavered, her knees threatening to fail her. He caught her around the waist and kept right on driving her nuts with his finger. He'd continue until she climaxed. Another time, she'd let him do it, but she'd have to have her wits about her when Frank finally finished with Louise. So, as much as it nearly killed her to stop him, she pushed his arms away from her and shook her head to regain some control.

Now she could spend time making him crazy for a while. She turned and slithered down his body, finally kneeling between his feet. His erection pushed against his superhero costume just about at her eye level. Few sights warmed her heart and other body parts more than Jason's cock in an agitated state. His fly opened easily...all the better for a man in his line of work...so she soon had his hot goodness in her hands and could pop the end into her mouth like the man-candy it was.

And he thought he knew how to make her body hum. Well, he did, but she could do the same thing to him. A good deal all around.

This time, he wavered as she swallowed more and more of him. No one tasted like this man. No one satisfied her like the guy who'd started thrusting slowly. No one fit her as perfectly as her Jason.
Wait a minute...her Jason? He wasn't just pleasing her body. He was messing with her hormones and could scramble her brains in a way that would become permanent if she weren't careful. No time to worry about that now, though. Her pussy wouldn't give her any peace if she didn't have a piece of him in the next few moments. So, when he moaned and followed that with a low growl of excitement, she rose, took his hand, and led him to the hassock she'd vacated a few minutes earlier. By bending over it and spreading her legs, she offered him a view of her ass and the lips of her sex.

He didn't need a second invitation but knelt next to the hassock and eased the head of his member inside her. His size never failed to surprise her, no matter how many times they'd made love...er...had sex. Sex, sex, sex. Though she'd become moist already, the passage of his cock inside her still created a delicious friction. He started in a steady rhythm. Oh, yeah, the deep in-and-out that could make her weep with its perfection. Then, he stopped. Stopped?

Sonofabitch. The next thing she knew, he was lifting her butt up into the air, his arms wrapped around her thighs. He didn't even remove his cock from her chamber but pulled her upwards as he rose to his feet. She hung nearly upside-down, her elbows resting on the hassock. Now, when he flexed his hips, driving himself into her, he really, really nailed her. She sure as hell hadn't taught him that. She hadn't even thought it up herself. Was he practicing on some other woman, and who was the lucky bitch? Not that she was jealous, but he worked for her, damn it.

She'd have to ask him later because even with all the blood rushing to her head, her pussy had sure awakened and taken notice. She was going to come, and how. Sooner, rather than later. Harder and fast, rather than ho-hum. Holy shit.

“Don't stop,” she whispered. “Just...don't...stop.”

“Can't.” He plowed into her with a fury that pushed her right over the edge into a climax that started in her sex and radiated out to every inch of her body. She came with powerful contractions of her muscles around his rod while the ecstasy blew her out of the real world into one filled with red hot lust. After long seconds of withstanding that, he roared and jerked her upward, pushing himself into her as far as he'd go. Talk about your simultaneous orgasm....both of them rocked to the marrow of their bones. Sharing something uniquely their own. They might never get quite back to this level again but would happily try over and over again.
He couldn't quite endure it well enough to remain standing, though, and the two of them fell back down onto the hassock. Pretty undignified, but who cared as long as he was still embedded inside her so that her aftershocks continued to grasp at him? She'd tell him to get the hell off in a minute...just as soon as she could speak again.

When she finally managed to turn her head, she found Frank and Louise lying on their sides with Frank's arm curled protectively around his wife. Both of them gaped openly at Jason and her, their mouths hanging open. You could hardly blame them. They'd just witnessed something most people didn't even contemplate.

“Holy…” Louise said.

“I didn't think that was possible,” Frank added.

“Well, let that be a lesson to you,” Felicity said as she elbowed Jason in the ribs. She'd let Frank and Louise try to figure out what kind of lesson that sexual display that might be, but there had to be something of value to learn in there if it had felt so fucking good. When Jason still didn't move, she poked at him again. “You can get off now.”

He finally rolled onto the floor, moaning. Not exactly the image a superhero wanted to present to the people he was rescuing, but at least, he still had his uniform on. By contrast, Felicity discovered when she sat up that she had the outline of the edge of the hassock impressed into the flesh of her breasts. She got naked in front of her clients all the time, but she usually had some control over herself.

“Well, then…” She cleared her throat. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, man.” Jason groaned.

“Not you,” she said. “Frank and Louise.”

Frank stared down at his wife for a minute, his expression sheepish. “I guess I acted pretty selfishly.”

Louise rolled onto her back and smiled up at him. “I forgive you, huggy-bear.”

“Aw, honey-pot,” Frank said. “I don't deserve you.”

Felicity held up a hand. “We don't need to start that up again.”

Frank blushed. “You're right.”

Felicity rose and found her clothing. As she dressed and sat to pull on her boots, Frank and Louise got into their own clothes, and Jason finally managed to haul himself off the floor. Everything back to normal, if having two superheroes in their family room happened every day. At least, Frank didn’t have that vacuous smile on his face any longer.

“Okay, Frank,” Felicity said. “Spill. How did Sylvester get you into his group and keep you there to the point of not having sex with your wife?”

“I answered an ad for male self-enhancement,” he answered.

“Not one of those spam-things,” Louise said.

“Dumb, dumb, dumb, but I did,” he answered.

Oh, brother. Sly had his messages mixed in with the ones from African princes and lottery winnings notices. Millions of people got those every day. If only a few responded, that made a hell of a lot of potential suckers.

“It was local and free,” Frank went on. “I figured it couldn't hurt to try.”

“Did it work?” Jason asked.

“I thought so. Maybe he used an optical illusion, but it seemed as if my thing got bigger.”

Louise put her hand on his arm. “You never needed any enlargement to make me happy.”

“I know that now, muffy-love, but we've been married a long time. I thought we could use some pizzazz,” Frank said.

“We got pizzazz, all right.” Louise gazed at her husband with an expression just dripping with lovey goo. Felicity needed to get out of here before all the sugar gave her cavities.

“If I start going to a gym, maybe we can try that maneuver The Piston did,” Frank said.

“Better leave that to the professionals.” Felicity tapped Jason on the shoulder. “Our work is done here.”

“I'll warm up the Slutmobile,” Jason said.

“Just one more thing.” Felicity turned back to Frank. “Where does Sylvester hold his meetings?”

“Bank conference room downtown,” Frank answered.

“A bank conference room?” Felicity repeated. Sly was a creative thinker, but giving lessons in whacking off at a bank? He really had no shame at all, which made him a great lover and an even better scam-master.

“That made it seem on the level,” Frank said. “What could go wrong at First Universal Fidelity?”

“What, indeed?” She wasn't about to start making jokes about penalties and early withdrawal. “Well, thanks for everything. I think we have a deposit to make.”